Monday, December 20, 2004

What I really miss about the 1950s

Christmas makes me nostalgic, as evidenced by my journal entry yesterday.  I can taste, hear, and smell the excitement of many past Christmas seasons, this time of year.

As I thought today about my previous entry, something seemed amiss.  Russ' comment got me thinking:  were the 1950's really so innocent?

Of course not.  It was me that was innocent.  And now I realize, it isn't the 'fifties for which I'm homesick.  It's my childhood. 

I don't want to have to know about a fiend who would strangle a pregnant mother and cut her baby out of her belly.  I don't want to think about my countrymen being in Iraq, miserable and lonely, some of them dying.  I want to go to bed knowing that Mamma and Daddy will take care of everything tomorrow, right down to which socks I wear. 

That way, if there are any wrong choices made, it's not my fault.

I don't want to have to make the hard decisions we adults face, like which politician is the lesser of two evils, and whether it's wiser to save all your money for old age, or eat, drink and be merry, enjoying life now.  I want somebody to tell me which things are good and which are evil.  I want to know where the line is that seperates black from white, so I won't have to try and figure out what to do with life's many shades of gray.

I want to believe in Santa Claus again, and the tooth fairy, and even the Easter bunny.  I want my childhood back!  And I thank God that, several times each Yuletide season, random memories are triggered that take me back, however briefly, to the simplicity of my childhood.  That's the magic of Christmas.

As I said before...

Beam me up, Scotty.

6 comments:

rb3987 said...

Amen Donna! I think we all feel this way at times.  Merry Christmas to you and Yours!

ksquester said...

Ah Mo, The next snowy day, go out and play in the snow. Make a snow angel and a snowman, come in and have some hot chocolate.  Watch the movie Christmas Story. If I lived closer, I'd come over and we'd do it together. I know what you mean....responsiblity is overwhelming and the news far too depressing. Don't lose the magic. It makes each day a little more bareable. Get that notion out of your head....Scotty is not beaming you up, we need you here in J-land.   Love Ya, Anne

fierrorachel said...

Wanna borrow a corner of my bubble?  We can make some snow ice-cream and ignore the warnings about the raw egg inside.  We'll make an igloo again.  Remember the igloo?  I thought you were SO cool when you built that thing.  I try to keep that in mind when I play with the kids in the snow.  Yeah, I'm cold and wet, but they are having SO much fun, really enjoying our time.

bnanajm said...

When my, now 50 year old, nephew wanted to move out of the house he asked me what I thought about it.  I told him he was nuts.  I said "If I still had home to go home to, I'd go home".......and I still feel that way.

Move over Mosie, I'l crawling in with you.

J

csandhollow said...

Wait for meeeeeeeeeee.

ryanagi said...

Aww! Take me with you too! LOL